Knead out some fine murmurs,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
The flowers follow the breeze,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Arouse circles of ripples,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
into the stream,
danced lightly,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
lush water plants,
sometimes lift it up,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
A breeze blows,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
There is a bridge over the creek,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
water waves on the creek,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
Watching the outside world carefully,
Bend it now and then,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
spring,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
The fish swam to the surface in groups,